The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be

When We Relate To Our Bodies As Having Soul, We Attend To Their Beauty, Their Poetry And Their Expressiveness. Our Very Habit Of Treating The Body As A Machine, Whose Muscles Are Like Pulleys And Its Organs Engines, Forces Its Poetry Underground, So That We Experience The Body As An Instrument And See Its Poetics Only In Illness.

Education Is Not The Piling On Of Learning, Information, Data, Facts, Skills, Or Abilities--that's Training Or Instruction--but Is Rather A Making Visible What Is Hidden As A Seed... To Be Educated, A Person Doesn't Have To Know Much Or Be Informed, But He Or She Does Have To Have Been Exposed Vulnerably To The Transformative Events Of An Engaged Human Life... One Of The Greatest Problems Of Our Time Is That Many Are Schooled But Few Are Educated.

It Is Not While Beauty And Youth Are Thine Own And Thy Cheeks Unprofaned By A Tear That The Ferver And Faith Of A Soul Can Be Known To Which Time Will But Make Thee More Dear No The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets But As Truly Loves On To The Close As The Sunflower Turns On Her God When He Sets The Same Look Which She'd Turned When He Rose.

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets, But As Truly Loves On To The Close.

This Wretched Brain Gave Way, And I Became A Wreck At Random Driven, Without One Glimpse Of Reason Or Heaven.